Lil Nikk N9ne – 6 Foot, 7 Foot (Freestyle) Lyrics

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[Hook]
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six, six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six

[Verse 1]
I'm atcha neck like a tie, yep, it's business time
You boys talk a lotta shit you never get behind
It's graduation, you come with elementary rhymes
You about to get ate, it's 7:59
Ay, I'm a pimp, I ain't playing with dem
I got my bars up, bitch, I stay in the gym
I put 'em on game, like I'm playin' The Sims
But every time I turn around, niggas hatin' again
I just set them in their place
Cause dem fakes got me SMMFH
Just wait like scales, lil' niggas got some pounds to gain
Break your arms and legs, forecast bitches out the rain
I'm witcha [?], she give me mouth and brain
I'm so fly if she grab my balls she gon' put me out the game
And my back [?], I ain't playing catch withcha
I'm making hits, you gotta team fulla wack pitchers
I'm a dick, you can ask Richard
So [?]
I see the sweet inside you niggas like a glass pitcher
I'm the shit baby, wipe your ass, nigga
Y'all some shit stains, dipper rash, nigga
Science class, nigga, you don't matter no' mo'
No go, look how they shook like a snowglobe
So cold, cause my flow froze like a glacier
Punch lines like I poke holes in a paper
Like a stapler, someone making stacks too
Everybody feelin' what I'm writin' like a tattoo
I look at you, it ain't hard to tell
I'm a real nigga, you just [?]

[Hook]
Seven foot, eight foot bunch
Seven, seven foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Seven

[Verse 2]
I won't stop 'til they know me from the city to the burbs
But I'm so fly they think I'm Snoopy how I'm chillin' with them birds
Fitted like a hydrant, you're just sitting near the curb
I'm hot enough to make it summer forever like Phineas and Ferb
Your weather ain't warm, some fellas say it [?]
But I go hard in every weather so you better brainstorm
Beat these pussy niggas, but I swear it ain't porn
[?]
I show off like them credits came on
On point like directions, where the hell is they goin'?
Damn, I told 'em stay by me, now they can't find me
They need an aid to reach me, I'm sick as HIV
But shawty still on my dick cause my chain shiny
I let her kiss the tip, but it ain't tiny
They think my name Johnny, these hoes yellin' "Bravo"!
And everywhere that I go, I gotta rep Chicago
You want the top position? These are the steps to follow
Where is my competition? The hell if I know
I'm guessing they're afraid, [?]
I'm too fly to elevate, boy, you don't even levitate
These niggas say they runnin' shit, but you ain't cross the yellow tape
Y'all some fuckin' squares but I promise I'm in better shape
Heavy [?], heavyweights
And on the calender I see hella sevens like second grade
And it's like
Fuck it, you can keep that though I know you don't have any space
Go so hard
So when I win every race, your girlfriend help me celebrate
Thick light skinned chick, she how that vanilla shake?
Shawty clothes off, like a barricade
Fuck a January 1st, no need for a second date
Hawaii, I'm gettin' laid, in China, get hella paid
How much you expect to make? Way too much to estimate
But I promise I'll be married to the money: wedding cake
Rappers' lives are heavensent
But if it tastes like Devil's food
They get it twisted, set 'em straight

Go tell that bitch I'm 7'8"!

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